Standing at the doorway of a brand-new scene Being on the outside is nothing new to me But I'm still always waiting for someone to invite me in Wishing my way into a sense of false belonging Been on the run since I was a baby girl For better or worse, it's taught me how to navigate this world Changing who I am whenever somebody tells me to 'Cause fitting in is how I thought you knew they loved you I'm at the end of my rope Climbing past the point of holding out hope I'm at the end of the road of being on the run My chasing days are done Done Daddy was a sailor and moved us port to port Mama did her best to make each home feel warm We watched her dreams fade with each setting sun, living just for us A woman like that teaches you how to trust in love I'm at the end of my rope Climbing past the point of holding out hope I'm at the end of the road of being on the run My chasing days are done Done Done
Done Somewhere along the way I learned about joy and pain That a little bit of kindness goes a long way Standing on your own can be such a lonely place But feeling whole and home shouldn't be an endless race Race